This is sucking up the entire holiday season.
I knew it would happen, so I shouldn’t complain—but where’s the fun in that?
Cathy and Carissa have made it through the rehearsal time, and Miracle on 34th Street has officially opened. I am the proud husband of Pedestrian #1, and proud father of an elf.
Pardon me, not just any elf…Elf J.
Whatever that means. (more…)
I’ve been meaning to write this for a while now, but I keep putting it off… (more…)
Note: This is, as you can read from the title, part three in a series. If you’re just joining us, may I suggest that you go back and read parts one and two?
The unendurable teaches you endurance—or leaves you broken and weeping by the side of the road.
So, I forgot to replace the tubes on the trailer. (more…)
You’ll never know what you can do until you nearly die.
Goal setting is an important part of life at which I stink. Therefore, I have determined that my kids will be proficient at it. At least, that’s my goal. (more…)
The buck stops here.
I didn’t make that up, just so you know. When I was a kid, I figured that phrase had to do with making money. I thought, “Woohoo! That’s right—let the buck stop right here, Baby! In fact, make it lots and lots of bucks!”
I have since learned that the phrase has an entirely different—and less pleasant—meaning. (more…)
What does my family have against sleep, anyway?
One of the many great things about homeschooling is that there is some flexibility in your schedule. The kids don’t have to get dragged out of bed at 0-Dark-Thirty to make it to school on time, so it’s OK to stay up a little later on occasion, and simply sleep in a bit. This is a tremendous blessing for everyone in the house except the guy who does have to get out of bed at 0-Dark-Thirty to get to work on time. (more…)
